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CHAPTER FIVE: ALL NIGHT LONG..
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WHEN DANIEL WAS FINALLY SECURE AND OUT OF HARM'S WAY, BILLIE FINALLY FELT LIKE SHE COULD BREATH AGAIN. Standing next to the temporary bed Daniel's beat up body currently laid on, Billie looked on in worry at his labored breathing and bruising face.
She and Mr. Miyagi had managed to get him back to the apartment and stable, but still she found herself worrying for him. How bad had Johnny hurt him? And what the hell did he do to make Johnny so angry?
Frowning, she stared at his limp body, eyes practically burning with anxiety. Damn you, Danny. She thought, eyes softening. Why do you have to be so stupid?
"Billie-san, stop worry. He'll be okay," Mr. Miyagi called out, grabbing her attention from Daniel. "Here, take this. Put on Daniel-san's head. It help with pain," he told as he handed her a wet cloth, motioning towards Daniel's forehead.
Nodding, she placed the cloth on his forehead carefully, noise scrunching up from the odor of the cloth. The cold from the cloth seemed to get to him, as Daniel began to squirm; finally waking up. Relief washed over Billie as she saw him stir, glad that he was not hurt enough to be knocked unconscious for too long.
"Daniel, stop squirming," Billie scolded softly, a grin resting on her face.
"It stinks. What is this?" he asked drowsily, seemingly not realizing Billie's presence in front of him yet.
"Smell bad. Heal good," Mr. Miyagi answered shortly.
"Yeah, Danny. You heard him. So stop moving, you idiot," Billie fondly scolded again, watching as his eyes widened.
"Billie?" he said in clear surprise. "Is that you?"
"The one and only," she remarked with a smile, pulling back her hand from his head as he seemed to be holding the cloth just fine.
He just stared at her for a second, a little smirk forming on his beat-up face. "You came after me, didn't you?" he then asked, looking up at her expectantly, although with a lingering drowsiness still in his big, brown eyes.
"Yeah, I did," Billie admitted, nearly rolling her eyes at the way his eyes lit up.
"So you were all worried 'bout me, weren't you?" he said, sitting up a bit.
